The Lore Master contemplates his next action. "Let me send one of the Acolytes to the ArchMage to see if he can grant you an audience." He motions to a nearby child. He scribbles a note and hands it to the young boy. "Please take this to the ArchMage immediately." With a nod the youngling dashes up the main stairs and up to the ArchMage's chambers.
After a wait of close to 30 minutes the young page comes running down the steps, panting. "the... ArchMage.... will... see.. her... now.." he says through gulps of air.
"well, then, I guess you should not keep him waiting." The Loremaster motions to the stairs. "His Chambers are on the top floor." he says with a smirk.